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PROBLEM I | The Blue Eyed Boy
Lakeville High, is a place that reeks of stereotypes but, it is where I've spend most of my life. And frankly, I've liked it better than anywhere else. I don't know what it'll be like at any other school, but you have to have a first to know. A first is something I probably cannot afford.
A thing I've leant, and have always been taught is that, You're not fully dressed without a Smile. So, since I was a kid I put up a habit and stuck to it like glue. That habit was to Smile though it all. Good and bad.
So now, here you'll find me in the hallways of Lakeville High, putting up a smile for people to look at. My books tugged under my arm, I made my way to my first hour of the day. English.
Keeping my smile alive, making my way to the class, I looked ahead. And when I did, boy did my smile falter. Head up, Stay strong. Fake a Smile, Move on.
Coming my way was Ryan Smith, one of the jocks in this very school. I replastered my smile but this time wider, though a fake one.
"C Lian," Ryan said, simultaneously a smirk placed on his pretty face. He was a brunette with piercing blue eyes. A tight lined jaw, and a nicely shaped nose. Other than his eyes, something that would attract people—girls, is his toned body. Something that is undeniable and noticeable to any eye. Also something you would love if on his good side but fear if on the bad side.
I would say, I was hanging somewhere in the middle.
"Hey there boy!" I said, my smile widening. I waved at him as he cleared his throat. Now standing right before me. You could say my insides weren't so confident after all. He laid his hand forward and I gave him the essay I had written for him. He snickered, nodded then left. I sighed.
Even though not the best school life, I've been only thankful it isn't the worst.
When at the door step of my English room, I sighed looking at the shut door before me. I, for one, have never been a very big fan of attention. When you are late for an hour, you knock on the door and Bam! You're the new attention centre of the class. That is something a person desperate for attention will love.
But, when you put a girl, who is shy to moon and back. Who daren't say a word standing before a mass of people. Hides half of her face behind her hair and lastly, freezes in between a project presentation only because she caught a glimpse of the mass of students watching her, before a crowd of people eyeing her, is something she will probably hate you for forever.
And that girl is also me.
So when the door before me was pulled open, needless to say I became the center of attention, as I felt pairs of eyes burning into me. I casted my eyes down and walked in. "I sense you know, you are late Miss Lian?" said Mr. Hall, and handed me a slip. I nodded, hiding my face behind my hair. Who knew your hair could save you from so much?
